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Quinton sat in the passenger seat of Boomer's car as he drove off somewhere down the block. Q didn't know what Boomer wanted him to do so he just stayed quiet.

Once boomer reached his destination that the person on the phone told him he got out. "Follow behind me Lil folks"

Q got out too doing as he said seeing him tuck in a Glock in the back of his pants.

He walked into the crackhouse where most of the crack addicts stayed seeing the one that he was looking for.

"Eddie" Boomer called out making the man lookup. Once he saw who it was the expression that he made seemed like he had just seen a demon.

"Pull up" he waved the man over and he slowly walked over to them.

Boomer snatched him by the shirt once he got close enough dragging him to the back of the house. Opening the back door he pulled him out dragging his body across the concrete porch.

"Every time I come down here you should know it's about my money" He gritted pushing the old man down to the ground. "Why do you tend to play with me like I'm a goofy nigga or sumn?"

The old man stayed quiet "huh?" Boomer pulled his gun out pistol-whipping the man in his face.

"My guys give you chance after chance and you take that shit for granted. Just cause you my uncle don't mean none over my money"

"I'll get you your money nephew I promise" Eddie cried out feeling his lip bust.

"You said the same shit months ago" Boomer pistol-whipped him 3 more times as blood began to leak out of Eddie's lip and head. "You tried to move locations like I wasn't gon find you!"

"You must really think I'm a fucking Goofy"

"L-Lil man h-help m-me out here" Eddie struggled to get out looking towards the 16-year-old brown-skinned boy that was just watching the scene go down.

"You want him to help you out?" Boomer asked with a low sinister chuckle looking back at Q "he gon help you out fasure"

Boomer pushed Eddie down to the ground walking over to Quinton. Handing him a gun that was now covered in blood from the old man.

"You wanna work for me, right? Let me see if you worthy" Boomer said to Q, who now had the gun in his hand.

Q held the gun down to the man that was laying on the ground with tears and blood streaming down his face.

Looking into the man's eyes he slightly smirked before pulling the trigger.

Boom!

Boom!

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"You showed me something out there Lil folks," boomer told Q as he was the last person to be dropped home.

"A lot of niggas would've chickened out but you pulled that trigger"

Q stayed quiet looking out the window even though he did what he did the same scene replayed in his head. Watching the man's head fall back on the ground as the bullets pierced through his head.

He didn't know what he was thinking but he felt like that person wasn't him.

"You good?" Boomer snapped his fingers in Quintons face taking him out of his daze.

"Yeah I'm aight I was just thinking" He cleared his throat.

"I know you ain't thinking bout changing yo mind on this street shit" boomer looked at him "You already did some shit so ain't no way out from here"

No way out?

Boomer pulled up to Q's house putting the car in park. He opened the glove compartment pulling the gun out.

"You caught yo first body with this so you own it now" He handed it to him.

Q held the gun in his hand as he rested his finger on the side of the trigger guard admiring it.

"Now take yo ass inside you got school tomorrow" he told him making Q chuckle and open the door.

He tucked the gun in his pants covering it with his polo shirt walking up to the doorstep of his home. He looked back seeing Boomer watching him.

He unlocked the door getting in before slamming the door shut. After a couple of minutes, he looked out the window seeing Boomer now pulling off.

Q took his shoes off at the door before walking away. "Where have you been Quinton?" He heard his mother ask scaring the shit out of him.

She turned the light on and he saw her standing in the living room.

"I was out with Coogi' and the rest of em" He replied to her.

"What I told you about staying out late and hanging out with Coogi' especially" she asked putting her hand on her hip

"I don't want you hanging out with that little boy no matter how close you are with him" she told him

"But mama that's my cousin"

"Do you understand me Quinton?"

"Yes ma'am" he nodded

"Get yo ass some hot water off the stove so you can shower you smell like outside" she walked pass him

He walked into his room seeing his little brother sleeping In the bed next to his.

He opened the drawer on his side pulling the gun out his pants hiding it under some wife beaters that he had organized in there. Then he bowed his head

Heavenly Father...